Chapter 14

He awoke on Wednesday the first day of the year to find, not a pair of breasts pressed against his back, nor his erection (which was real) pressed between the cheeks of a female bottom, but the stroking of a hand over his hair and the word tea spoken in his ear from a female body standing nakedly next to the bed.

He rolled onto his back and sat up, his bare chest gaining a predatory lustful look from the said female, which in turn enhanced his erection.

“Kathy!” he said in surprise. “How long have you been up? You should have woken me.”

“Good morning, Aidan,” she said sitting in the bed having slipped back beneath the covers, and sipping from her mug. “You worked hard last night,” she giggled, “and I thought you needed your rest. Besides, with your strength back, we may manage an encore.”

She reached under the bedclothes and grasped his erect cock and gave a satisfied sigh.

“See?” she said happily, “I was right.”

“If you want a second helping,” said Aidan, “two things have to happen.”

She cocked an eyebrow in a question.

“First you need to be on your side of the bed, ready for action which you are, and second, I need to have visited the bathroom.”

“And third,” she added, “you need to switch on the radio: the New Year’s Day Concert from Vienna begins in five minutes, then we need to be in front of the TV for the second half.”

“You listen to the concert?” he said, impressed. “So do I. Irish Coffee, Mince Pies and Christmas Cake for the second half.”

“Let’s fuck for the first half and then get up and scoff for the second,” she suggested.

“Ok.” he said, bounding from the bed and disappearing into the bathroom, only to emerge fully rampant a minute later.

“Had to piss in the sink,” he said, laughing, “The old boy wouldn’t lie down!”

She was fingering herself vigorously, her legs invitingly wide and her eyes half closed with lust.

“Good,” she crowed, “that’ll save time. Dive in!”

He did and found her open, slick and ready as he pushed into her. They coupled gently, though Aidan used his length from entrance to her fullest depth as he did the night before, to her great delight. It meant the dance went on for half an hour or more to the accompaniment of the Viennese concert and their mutual sighs and groans and moans, as buried within her he rubbed his cock along her spread crease to graze her clitoris again and again, to and fro. From time to time he fondled a breast, flattened as it was by gravity as she lay on her back, and tweaked a nipple to an accompanying yelp from her.

Gradually, Kathy’s face took on a look of serious concentration and her breath came more quickly. Aidan enjoyed the sight, his activities the night before allowing him to continue almost indefinitely. Almost.

Suddenly Kathy climaxed with a surprised “O-o-h!” and evidenced by her whole body twitching and her giving little yelps of intense pleasure as her mouth hung slackly and her eyes clenched tightly shut. “Ugh, yeah! Woah! A-a-h!” seemed to epitomise her satisfaction.

Her vocalisation, let alone her spasms, took Aidan by surprise, and brought him to the edge of his own orgasm over which he fell with deep grunts of satisfaction and a twitching of his own, feeling the spurts come powerfully, from the end of his cock.

They stilled and stayed as they were, panting, interpenetrated and sated, while they caught their breath.

“You really know how to do it,” she said reflectively at length.

“And you know how to bring out the best,” he responded.

“The best or the beast?” she giggled.

“Either, both or the breast!” he laughed in return. “The best breasts, definitely, you have.”

“Thanks Yoda,” Another giggle.

“Don’t worry about tomorrow,” she added, “we fit together well physically, and enjoy each other, but I know your heart is elsewhere. No, don’t say anything. I just want to thank you while you’re still inside, and say if you want to do this again, all you have to do is ask.”

“Thanks Kathy,” he said. “You’re one in a million.”

At that they disentangled, and rose to face the day.

“It’s good to have traditions,” Aidan opined, as they sat watching exquisite dancers in flowing diaphanous dresses flitting through the ornate rooms of some Viennese palace, while the orchestra played a Strauss waltz. “Something you do only once a year makes it special.”

She was still in a short bathrobe and Aidan in his dressing gown, and they were drinking Irish Coffee and eating Christmas Cake and Mince Pies sinfully stuffed with cream, curled up together on Aidan’s sofa. The coal effect electric fire was lit (Aidan still longed for the real thing but the flat had no chimney), shedding a warm glow against the grey of the winter morning. In the corner, the fairy lights on the Christmas Tree reflected multicolours on the shiny decorations.

Then came a knock at the door. Aidan went to answer it. He opened the door and there to his surprise stood a worried Julie.

Aidan felt a vicious leap of satisfaction and smiled broadly.

“Julie!” he cried, “Happy New Year! Come in, come in!”

“Er, Aidan,” she stuttered, staring at his dressing gown, “I...”

“It was a great party, wasn’t it?” Aidan was still smiling, standing back in a physical invitation to enter. “The Viennese Concert is on – Christmas Cake and Mince Pies? Irish Coffee?”

She smiled uncertainly.

“Well, since you’re asking ... I remember we used to...” and she shed her coat into Aidan’s arms and went to the living room.

Aidan hung up the coat and hurried to follow her. He did not want to miss the fun. He watched as Julie entered the room and almost skidded to a stop.

“Hi, Julie!” Kathy greeted her brightly. “I’m Kathy from Aidan’s office. Happy New Year! Coffee?” she asked as she stood, allowing her bathrobe to reveal the fact it was all she wore, before hurriedly pulling it closed and tying the belt.

“Er, yes please,” a discomfited Julie replied.

“Cake or mince pie?” Kathy questioned from the dining table, as she poured the coffee. “Aidan can certainly cook – but you know that don’t you?” It was said very sweetly and innocently without a hint of sarcasm.

“Mince Pie please,” Julie answered, looking more and more uncomfortable. She sat down in one of the armchairs.

Kathy served her and then she and Aidan sat back down on the sofa.

“I love this concert,” Kathy said to Julie, “New Year’s Day wouldn’t be complete without it.”

“Yes,” Julie answered, still looking most uncomfortable, “We always used to...” and she again stammered to a stop.

Kathy affected not to notice Julie’s discomfort, and engaged her in conversation about the music and the dresses of the dancers and the lack of female personnel in the orchestra.

Aidan was enjoying the fun, as well as the concert and joined in the comments, and gradually Julie relaxed a little. Kathy plied her with more coffee, and more mince pies and cream, getting some for herself and for Aidan.

Once the concert had finished, Julie began to fidget, and looked so uncomfortable that Kathy announced she was getting dressed and left the room.

Aidan looked at Julie. “So, Julie, what brings you out so early on a New Year’s Day morning?”